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Poetry about life, society and the natural world
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EleazarSwan
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 6:45pm
14th Jun 2021 6:45pm
Maranatha, Maranatha!
At cloudless noon, or midnight bare
I long to see you by-and-by
To walk the crystal seas we share
And soar like angels in the sky
A sea of glass, a land so bright
And armies there are trained to fight
A throne of glory, heaven's own
Where ends of ends are there and shown
Our worthless toils--for pay and bread
A life of strife to lay one's head!
Was man created for this life
Where some is pain and all is strife?
Where moments that we save for years
Are gone in graves and many tears?
Is this our call, our...
I long to see you by-and-by
To walk the crystal seas we share
And soar like angels in the sky
A sea of glass, a land so bright
And armies there are trained to fight
A throne of glory, heaven's own
Where ends of ends are there and shown
Our worthless toils--for pay and bread
A life of strife to lay one's head!
Was man created for this life
Where some is pain and all is strife?
Where moments that we save for years
Are gone in graves and many tears?
Is this our call, our...
#sadness
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SukiSpangles
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 11:09pm
9th Jun 2021 11:09pm
Fulfilment Centre For A Billionaire-Haiku
croesus feels alive
empty man to the vacuum
a hollow rocket..
empty man to the vacuum
a hollow rocket..
#money
#haiku
#satirical
#vanity
#senryu
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
Lakeside 29/30
And the wind soughing in the trees
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:33am
5th Apr 2020 6:33am
I rub upon your 4/30
I rub upon your
temples
coarse
finger grains
fine
the microcosm
the mica
the pumice
of breaking apart
i could break it down
phonetically
with eye
naked
exfoliated
but the ocular
that’s learned how things occur
the abstract
mold concept
superimposed
rods
cones
making wind
stone
my words
pottery
they are the clay
living poetry
ephemeral dirt
in oyster shells
temples
coarse
finger grains
fine
the microcosm
the mica
the pumice
of breaking apart
i could break it down
phonetically
with eye
naked
exfoliated
but the ocular
that’s learned how things occur
the abstract
mold concept
superimposed
rods
cones
making wind
stone
my words
pottery
they are the clay
living poetry
ephemeral dirt
in oyster shells
#identity
#myself
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oskar
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 9:52am
9th Jun 2021 9:52am
morning in the bay
Morning in the bay
This morning the water in the bay
is in a whispering mood, mellow and no temper
at crashing waves on the shore.
There is, near the water, a mysterious building that looks like
a luxurious old passenger liner without a motor
I'm told famous people live there, I don´t know
why they are famous, but I think they are of the type
which endlessly are interviewed on TV, talking about the obvious.
Or they are from families who can trace their ancestors
back to when Cascais was a fishing village.
I don´t think many...
This morning the water in the bay
is in a whispering mood, mellow and no temper
at crashing waves on the shore.
There is, near the water, a mysterious building that looks like
a luxurious old passenger liner without a motor
I'm told famous people live there, I don´t know
why they are famous, but I think they are of the type
which endlessly are interviewed on TV, talking about the obvious.
Or they are from families who can trace their ancestors
back to when Cascais was a fishing village.
I don´t think many...
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#admiration #emotions
#admiration #emotions
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 3:16pm
15th Jun 2021 3:16pm
Seekers Of Destruction
What I say I don't do with scorn
But the Egyptians used trigonometry thousands of years before Pythagoras was born
The seekers of the way saw that knowledge was needed
So they traveled the face of the planet trying to feed it
Man, hahaha is indeed a strange creature
Being wasteful is but one of his many features
Food, resource, ability, and even precious human life
Man has a blatant disregard for human life
Let me hit you in the mouth with a little bit of the truth
Who else would pay there farmers not to produce
Babies...
But the Egyptians used trigonometry thousands of years before Pythagoras was born
The seekers of the way saw that knowledge was needed
So they traveled the face of the planet trying to feed it
Man, hahaha is indeed a strange creature
Being wasteful is but one of his many features
Food, resource, ability, and even precious human life
Man has a blatant disregard for human life
Let me hit you in the mouth with a little bit of the truth
Who else would pay there farmers not to produce
Babies...
#humankind
#HumanRights
#inequality
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
16th Jun 2021 00:07am
16th Jun 2021 00:07am
Blood Thirsty and Inebriated
Trying to find the words for intolerance
Spoken in themes of coinciding parallels
When the struggle speaks from a place of obscured reflections
In our will to get along after the perceptions of read into rejections
Conflict is not automatically a means to decide upon
As to whether we are loved or hated
Taking out frustrations of our lives on one another
Disregarding the ways in which another is berated
Persecutions in the balance of our ways that disagree
i try to believe the best of you but all you see is the worst of me
What if I...
Spoken in themes of coinciding parallels
When the struggle speaks from a place of obscured reflections
In our will to get along after the perceptions of read into rejections
Conflict is not automatically a means to decide upon
As to whether we are loved or hated
Taking out frustrations of our lives on one another
Disregarding the ways in which another is berated
Persecutions in the balance of our ways that disagree
i try to believe the best of you but all you see is the worst of me
What if I...
#conflict
#family
#politics
#war
#home
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 21/30
It is a fact, a small fact. A known one
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 22/30
We say who we were right then.
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:01am
5th Apr 2020 6:01am
I want to say 3/30
I want to say
trip the
light
fantastic but it means to
dance
this is not what I want to say here
I want to sign a
requiem
for a
dream but that’s
a movie
for tripping
it’s telling me all kinds of
things
it’s gesturing me
to
conduct
compose
di-
a -
gram
a
mirror
of
my own
light
it’s telling
me to
own lines
& let’s not
drown
in the mirror ...
trip the
light
fantastic but it means to
dance
this is not what I want to say here
I want to sign a
requiem
for a
dream but that’s
a movie
for tripping
it’s telling me all kinds of
things
it’s gesturing me
to
conduct
compose
di-
a -
gram
a
mirror
of
my own
light
it’s telling
me to
own lines
& let’s not
drown
in the mirror ...
#identity
#myself
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Shakespearan-Sweet
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 4:03pm
7th Jun 2020 4:03pm
Unconsciousness Ink
I CANT BREATH”!
“I CANT BREATH”!
“Without God’s love”
“Without God’s love”
"My God, My God,
“why hast thou forsaken me?"
(“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”)
“I CANT BREATH”!
“Without God’s love”
“Without God’s love”
"My God, My God,
“why hast thou forsaken me?"
(“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”)
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#religion
#God
#freedom
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A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 5:49pm
15th Jun 2021 5:49pm
For The Children
You know why your kids are all fucked up?
Because you're focused on someone else's.
The fabric of society is being ripped apart.
Why?
The gays, the feminists, the abortion clinics, the right to question authority...
The man upstairs loves your children but so does the man sitting in the Vatican.
If you care so much about family, worry about your own.
Because you're focused on someone else's.
The fabric of society is being ripped apart.
Why?
The gays, the feminists, the abortion clinics, the right to question authority...
The man upstairs loves your children but so does the man sitting in the Vatican.
If you care so much about family, worry about your own.
#children
#abuse
#religion #hypocrisy
#religion #hypocrisy
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